Monophobia

Once upon a midnight dreary,

Wasted days are wearing weary.

So much life was spent on you,

But now my mind can think anew.

Your mirror’s mask does not reflect,

The lie I saw and thought perfect.

Back then my eyes and soul were blind.

With you my sole object in mind.

No longer trapped by Salome’s gaze,

I begin my search for brighter days.

I am nothing. A faceless memory. Why?

Photographer’s Plight

Look through the pale shard of memories

Instances captured within a flash

Laughter and joy,

Pain and sorrow

Do I dare venture out past that wall which chokes me?

Rise above my own malaise?

Or continue existing for another body?

Another face.

I dream of a reality where I exist and run and live

Not fur the purpose of others,

But in the air in front of the camera lens.

I’m nothing.

Night’s last farewell

Morning’s dress

Fleeting stars

Newborn flouresce

Jon Stewart’s beard is my Savior.

themusiclibrary:

Morning Glory - Oasis

This made me physically angry.